He tried to catch her eye, but she would not permit him. After a moment he sprang up and said, with something of her own brusqueness, "You had better follow your own heart."
"That is what Mrs. Dlimm said," she exclaimed, struck by the coincidence. "You and Mrs. Dlimm are alike in many respects, but I fear the world would not regard either of you as the best of counsellors."
"Whenever I have taken counsel of the world, I have got into trouble, Miss Marsden."
"There, that is just what she said again. Are you two in collusion."
"Only as all truth agrees with itself," he answered, laughing.
"Well, perhaps it would be best to follow the advice of two such sincere counsellors, who are richly gifted with the wisdom of the other world, if not of this. Your talk has done me more good than I could have believed. How is it that it always turns out so? I"m inclined to think that your pastoral visits will do more good than your sermons."
"Now have pity on me, in regard to that wretched sermon. But I know of something that will do you more good than either, in your present depression. Will you wait for me ten minutes?"
"Yes; longer than that," she said, with an emphatic little nod.
He at once started for the house with great strides.
"My "depression" is not very great at the present moment," she chirped, and giving a spring she alighted on the fallen tree with the ease of a bird. "I had "better follow my own heart," had I?
Was there ever more delightful doctrine than that? But, bless me, whither is it leading? I dare not think, and I won"t think."
And so, to keep herself warm while waiting, she balanced up and down on the fallen tree, trilling s.n.a.t.c.hes of song as a robin might twitter on its spray.
Soon she saw her ghostly adviser speeding towards her in another guise. A stout rocking-chair was on his shoulder, and skates were dangling from his hand, and she ran to meet him with antic.i.p.ating delight. A little later, Dan, who had been oblivious of proceedings thus far, was startled by seeing Lottie rush by him, comfortably ensconced in a rocking-chair and propelled by Hemstead"s powerful strokes. This was a great change for the better, in his estimation, and he hailed it vociferously. Hemstead good-naturedly put the boy in his sister"s lap, and then sent them whirling about the pond with a rapidity that almost took away their breaths. But he carefully shielded them from accidents.
"It"s strange how you can be so strong, and yet so gentle," said Lottie, gratefully looking up at him over her shoulder.
"I haven"t the faintest wish to harm you," he replied, smiling.
"That I should ever have wished to harm him!" she thought, with a twinge of remorse.
After a half-hour of grand sport, the setting sun reminded them that it was time to return.
"How do you feel now?" he asked.
"My face must be your answer," she said, turning to him features glowing with exercise and happiness.
"A beautiful answer," he said impulsively. "In color and brightness it is the reflection of the sunset there."
"I admit," she answered shyly, "that its brightness has a western cause. But speaking of color reminds me of something;" and her eyes twinkled most mirthfully as she caught a glimpse of something around his neck. "What have you done with my "colors," that I gave you last night? I know you wore them figuratively in your face this morning, when Miss Martell so enchanted you; but where are they, literally? Now a knight is supposed to be very careful of a lady"s colors if he accepts them."
"I have been; and Miss Martell has never seen your colors."
"O, those so manifest this morning were hers. I understand now.
But where are mine?"
"I cannot tell you. But they are safe."
"You threw them away."
"Never."
"Why, then, can"t you tell me where they are?"
"Because--because--Well--I can"t; so you need not ask me."
"If you don"t tell me, I"ll find out for myself."
"You cannot," he said confidently.
"Mr. Hemstead, what is that queer crimson fringe rising above your collar?"
He put his hand hastily to his neck, and felt the ribbon that his stooping posture and violent exercise had forced into a prominence that defied further concealment; then turned away laughing, and, with his face now vying with the Sunset, said, "You have caught an ostrich hiding with its head in the sand."
Her merry laugh trilled like the song of a bird, as she exclaimed.
"O guilt, guilt! the western sky is pale compared with thy cheeks."
Then, taking his arm in a way that would have won an Michorite, she added with a dainty blending of mischief and meaning, "I, too, am an ostrich to-night,--that is, in my appet.i.te. I am ravenous for supper."
"" I, too, am an ostrich "! What did she mean by that?" and Hemstead pondered over this ornithological problem for hours after.
CHAPTER x.x.x.
AROUND THE YULE-LOG.
Lottie"s radiant face at supper, in contrast with her clouded one at dinner, again puzzled certain members of the household; and De Forrest, to his disgust, learned that while he slept she had again been with Hemstead. He resolved on sleepless vigilance till the prize was secured, and mentally cursed the ill-starred visit to the country over and over again.
Bel was cool and cynical outwardly, but was really perplexed as to what ought to be done. With all her faults she had a sincere affection for her friend, and was shrewd enough to perceive that this affair with Hemstead promised to be more serious than Lottie"s pa.s.sing penchants had been previously. But with her usual weakness and irresolution she hesitated and waited, Micawber-like, to see what would "turn up."
The impression grew on Mrs. Marchmont that Lottie was fascinating her nephew; and yet just how to interfere she did not see. It was rather delicate business to speak, with nothing more tangible than what she had yet seen. That Lottie herself was becoming sincerely attached to a young man of Frank"s calling and prospects, could not occur to a lady of Mrs. Marchmont"s ideas of propriety and the fitness of things. It was only Lottie"s "inveterate disposition to flirt." As to Lottie"s "moods and emotions," she smiled at them with cool indifference, as far as she noticed them at all. "Young people pa.s.s through such phases as through the measles," she was accustomed to say.
Addie was too much wrapped up in herself to think particularly about others.
Save by queer little chuckling laughs, which no one understood, Mr.
Dimmerly gave no sign that he noted any thing unusual going on.
Besides, Lottie was very circ.u.mspect when in the presence of others, and Hemstead unconsciously followed the suggestion of her manner.
Thus even lynx-eyed Bel could seldom lay her finger on any thing and say, "Here is something conclusive."
But if ever there was an earthly elysium, Hemstead and Lottie dwelt in it during the remainder of that week. Not that they were much together, or had much to say to each other by word of mouth.
Scarcely another opportunity occurred for one of their momentous private talks, for De Forrest"s vigilance had become sleepless indeed.